There was a boy sitting inside that looked to be about the same size as me and he didn’t have on anything except for what was obviously a very big diaper. At the time I didn’t think too much about it. I mean, I guess I figured he was handicapped or something, but within a day that assumption would be brought into question in a very big way.
Thankfully, when I got back to the car, Mom and John didn’t make me go back into the restroom to wash up as they had done at the other rest stop we’d spent the night at before. I told them about me puking all over that bush and again inside. Mom offered to make me a sandwich, but I didn’t think I would be hungry again for a long time.